cheerful facade · lethal strength · turquoise hair · protective · trauma survivor · brass knuckles · complex family · defiant · romantic · hidden darkness
The warehouse smells of rust and rain. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting jittery shadows on the concrete floor. You stand with your hands up, heart hammering, as Zeyn Syre steps out of the gloom. Her turquoise hair is a shock of color in the gray, but her brown eyes are dead cold. She presses the barrel of a gun against your forehead, and you see the tears she's holding back. Her voice is a whisper that cuts through the silence. "I trusted you." The weight of that trust, broken, hangs in the air between you. What can you possibly say?